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bloody-peach · 3 months

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Anything For a Friend Part 1: A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed (Hazbin Hotel: Alastor x F!Reader smut fic)

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Now Playing: Closer x Beautiful is Boring, Animal, Blood (please listen to these while reading this, you will not regret it)

Goodie bag: vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, cock rubbing, tentacles, mating season, monster sex, monster fucking, rough sex, cursing, creampie, wall sex, somewhat of a slow burn at first [let me know if i miss anything]

A/N: Okay, so before I continue, I feel the need to say something. I know Alastor is aroace. I know it, you know it, we all know it. In the show's canon, I completely respect that. I have a friend that's aroace, and I have a deep respect for them and the community. However, this story is outside of canon, where anything goes. Plus, in this, Alastor still doesn't normally feel sexual attraction towards anyone, except when he's in his rut. But he is not aromantic in this. You can say he's demi-romantic; there needs to be a very deep connection between him and the target of the affection in order for romance to occur, hence why it happens here due to him and Y/N being so close. So yeah, no disrespect is intended here. I just want to give the people what they want. Besides, I'm clearly not the only one who is guilty of putting Al in sexual situations. I'm just aware of the implications this could bring and tried to give it some respect to the character. So if you're offended by even the idea of Alastor being romantic or him having sex at all, feel free to skip this. I won't blame you one bit. Anyways, enjoy!

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It was the beginning of October. Something was going on at the hotel. Alastor was staying away from everyone, holing himself in his room. You knew this wasn’t like him. Today, when you first confronted him about his odd behavior, he pushed you away and ran to his room. He had a panicked look in his eyes, which was an expression you never saw from him before. That’s how you knew something was wrong. You asked around the hotel to find out what happened, but they just told you that they didn’t know and to just let him be. But you refused, you knew you had to help him somehow, regardless of what everyone else said. That night, you walked up to his door and knocked on it.

Alastor softly groaned, turning his head slightly to glare at the door. As he walked to the door and prepared his speech in his mind, he heard your voice. “Alastor...? It’s me, Y/N. Are you okay?” He opened the door and was surprised to see you standing there, a worried expression marring your normally cheerful features. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair before letting out a sigh as he tried to control himself. “Y/N...” He muttered, his voice laced with a mixture of disappointment and frustration. Despite his efforts to push you away to keep you safe, here you were, like a loyal little puppy. He avoided eye contact and said, “I said I don’t want any company. Please, just go.”

You noticed how disheveled he looked, his suit in disarray and partially open, exposing the scar on his chest from his fight with Adam. His breathing was heavy, like he had done something strenuous inside his room. You focused on the task at hand, saying, “You’ve been avoiding everyone all day and been so distant towards me. You’ve never acted like that before. Did something happen?” Alastor’s eyes narrowed as he stared at you, his heart beating faster as he looked at you. He knew that he should maintain distance, but seeing you so concerned about him made it even harder to resist the primal urges inside him. With a deep breath, he tried to gather his thoughts and come up with an explanation that wouldn’t reveal what was really going on. “It’s nothing important,” he muttered, attempting to sound dismissive. But the worry in your eyes made him rethink his response. “Just a minor issue, really. Now please, go back to your room.” He took a step forward, trying to usher you away from his room. His tentacles were starting to emerge from his back, twitching slightly, antsy to just grab you and pull you in.

You look into his eyes and knew he was lying. “I know you’re lying, Alastor. Your eyes give away so much. Right now, they’re saying, ‘Help me’.” His gaze flickered briefly before returning to its normal coldness, masking the conflict within him. “No, really, I’m fine,” he lied, forcing a chuckle. “You shouldn’t worry about me.” However, despite his words, he couldn’t shake off the desire burning brightly inside him. With a pleading glance and then a defeated sigh, he reluctantly stepped aside, allowing you entrance into his room. “Come in. Please, sit down.” He pointed towards the antique couch in the corner, trying to distract himself with tidying up some papers strewn across his desk as you sat down. You noticed that his room was a total mess, things flung all over the floor, scratches on the walls and furniture. Even the couch you were sitting in had some claw marks embedded on it. As you looked around, he busied himself with picking up random items and placing them back neatly, hoping the movement would help calm his racing thoughts. But you noticed something. “Alastor...? You’re not okay. You’re shaking.”

Alastor froze mid-movement, his hands trembling slightly as he held onto a stack of papers. “Fuck...” He cursed under his breath, his eyes soon meeting yours. “I..I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to involve you in this. I promise that everything is under control.” He quickly set down the papers and attempted to regain his posture, fixing his suit and tying his bow tie nervously. “Perhaps we can chat in the morning when things have settled down?” He suggested, offering his signature smile. Deep down, he knew he needed help, but admitting weakness wasn’t easy for someone like him. For now, he could only hope that time would ease his torment. You got up and walked over to him, gently taking his hand and looking at him. You spoke in a concerned yet soothing voice, “Please...tell me what’s going on. I want to help you, Alastor. I don’t care what it is, I’ll help you no matter what.” Alastor hesitated for a moment, his mind battling between acceptance and denial. Finally, he let out a resigned sigh and gently gripped your hand, feeling a wave of warmth emanating from your touch. Despite his fear right now, Alastor found solace in your presence, knowing that you were willing to stand by him no matter what. Your unwavering support was both comforting and overwhelming; it reminded him how much he truly cared for you.

You and him were like two peas in a pod, the closest of friends. You two were so close, you were the only one permitted to touch him without any consequences. Even Rosie was surprised when she saw you two hug at one point. It was clear you both cared for each other deeply, but Alastor, being himself, was always one to deny it when others brought it up. But deep down, Alastor admired your compassion and putting others before yourself. He didn’t know why, it was something about you that drew him to you. If there was one person he could trust with his life, it was you.

“It...It’s my rut season again,” he confessed softly, averting his gaze from yours. “I’m usually able to handle this just fine, but...lately, I’ve been struggling to control myself, especially around you.” He gripped your hand tighter, his voice barely audible. “If I lose control, I know I’ll end up hurting you or worse - change into something...most unpleasant.” You smiled and cupped his cheek, turning his head to face you. “Is that what this was all about? Alastor, you had me worried sick.” Alastor looked at you, his eyes filled with gratitude and relief as he met your gentle gaze. Your reassuring words eased some of his anxiety, but the fear still lingered in the back of his mind. “Thank you for understanding. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said as he leaned into your touch. His heart pounded against his chest, the scent of your perfume wafting through the air. Though he appeared calmer, the tension in his body remained, a testament to the struggle he faced internally. You concern brought him comfort, but it also heightened his awareness of his inner turmoil.

In that moment, you made a decision. You looked him straight in the eye and said, “Alastor...if it really is that troublesome for you...I’ll help you through it.”

Alastor’s eyes shot wide and a small blush appeared on his cheeks, a look very unlike Alastor. He shook his head vigorously, pulling away slightly. “No, no, it’s fine. Really, I appreciate your offer, but--.” That’s when you hugged him before he could finish his sentence. Surprised yet pleased by your bold move, Alastor hesitated for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around you, returning the hug. The warmth of your body against his calmed him somewhat, and he leaned his head against yours, closing his eyes. You spoke gently, “Alastor...I care about you. Deeper than just friends. I’ll do whatever it takes to help you through anything. Please...let me help you here.”

Normally, he would be repulsed at the idea of having sex. He never felt any sexual attraction to anyone, not even when he was a human. But even asexuals have their bodily urges, whether they want to or not. And since he became a demon, these urges became stronger, much stronger. He had thought about coming to you for this, but he was afraid of chasing you away. He cared for you as deeply as you did for him, and he didn’t want to ruin that. Finding a friend like you in Hell is like finding a diamond in a vast desert, and he certainly wasn’t going to go and throw that away. But seeing you being so supportive and seeing your want to help him, he started to second guess his choices. Maybe it was okay to let you help him. It was just a friend wanting to help another one out with something they were dealing with, and they were pretty close already. Plus, this could help him deal with the month much easier if there was someone to help him release the constant urges, and it was a way for them to make their bond stronger than anything.

“Alright, Y/N,” he murmured softly, his voice breaking slightly. “If that’s what you truly want, then I’ll accept your help.” In that instant, he felt a sudden surge of strength coursing through him, as if some invisible weight had lifted off from his shoulders. “Thank you...thank you,” he repeated, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. You smiled and wiped a tear away from his eye before you leaned in and kissed him softly and tenderly. Alastor’s lips parted involuntarily at your touch, his tongue tentatively seeking entry into your mouth. The taste of your lips against his own sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, making it difficult for him to think straight. However, he forced himself to pull away after a brief moment. “I...I can’t...I..I...We’re in public...” You were confused for a moment until you realized that the door was left wide open, anyone could walk by and see the current scene. You walked over and closed the door, locking it. You turned back to Alastor and said, “Now we’re in private.” Alastor blinked for a moment and then he let a low growl escape him, his eyes gleaming dangerously as he walked towards you. “Private or not..We need to focus on the conversation first.” Despite his words, he couldn’t ignore the animalistic urge gnawing at him, demanding release. You were a bit confused. “What conversation is there to have? Boundaries?” Alastor chuckled softly, tilting his head. “I suppose there is that, isn’t there?” Fed up by his attempts at avoiding the inevitable, you decided to lay it on him. You looked him in the eye and said, “I’ll just give it to you straight, since it’s easier that way. I’m open for making this friendship deeper. I’m willing to give myself to you if it’ll help you though this rut. I’m not worried about you hurting me, I can handle a lot more than you think. All I want to do is to help you, and there’s only one way to do it. I don’t know how you feel about it, but that’s how I feel.”

Alastor stared at you, his eyes widened and his heart pounding in his chest as he processed your words. This revelation was more than what he expected, but despite his confusion and apprehension, Alastor couldn’t deny the swelling desire within him. Slowly, he reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle yet firm. “Y/N...” He breathed out your name, his voice laced with emotion. “You’re offering yourself...to help me..? Are you sure about this?” His eyes searched yours, looking for any signs of doubt or hesitation. The thought of having you so close was almost too much to bear, but he knew he had to be careful not to push you beyond your limits. You nodded, with zero hesitation. “I am. I’m more sure of this than anything,” you said as you cupped his cheek.

Alastor’s breath hitched at your determination, his eyes never leaving yours. Your touch sent electric shocks throughout his body, making it impossible to resist the urge any longer. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue delving deeply into your mouth. You kissed him back deeply, wrapping your arms around him, softly moaning in his mouth. His tentacles stirred restlessly, eager for more than just physical contact. But he focused on the present, savoring the taste of your lips and the feel of your body pressed against his own. In this moment, all other worries seemed trivial compared to the connection you both shared. Alastor groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding down your back to grip your hips firmly as he pinned you to the wall. The sensation of your body against his, coupled with the sound of your moans, drove him wild. Breaking the kiss, he said softly yet seductively, “God, you taste divine...” His voice was raged, his eyes half-closed in lust. “Let’s...let’s get you undressed, shall we?”

With that, he began unbuttoning your shirt, his movements hurried yet precise, his mind fixated solely on satisfying his primal desires. He pulled open your shirt and the tentacles remove it along with your bra. You moaned softly as you felt the tentacles brush along your skin. Alastor’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of your bare breasts, his breath catching in his throat. With deft precision, two of his tentacles wrapped around each of your breasts, gently pinching and stroking your nipples simultaneously. Hearing your moans made his smile widen and his eyes close half-way. “How beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. The rest of this tentacles danced around you, exploring every inch of exposed skin, their movements slow and deliberate. Despite his best efforts, as he watched the tentacles remove the rest of your clothes, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that this was more than just a conquest - it felt like something sacred, something meaningful. Maybe it was.

You moaned as the tentacles wrap around you, they felt so warm against your skin. Alastor’s eyes roamed greedily over your naked form, drinking in every curve and contour of your body. His cock throbbed in his pants, straining against the fabric, begging for release. “You’re perfect,” he whispered. “Just perfect.” Without further ado, he took his jacket and shirt off and then pushed his pants down, freeing his massive member from its confines. It stood erect and ready, dripping with pre-cum, as he went up to you. He leaned so his lips were to your ear and purred, “Tell me, my lovely Y/N. Do you want this? Do you want me to claim you fully?” His tentacles continued to explore your body, teasingly brushing against your sensitive spots, driving you wild. You looked at him, your eyes and voice full of desire, “Yeah..I..I do..” You then reached out and stroked his cock while licking his neck. Alastor hissed at your touch, his entire body tensing in response. You stroked him gently, your hand warm and soft, sending waves of pleasure cascading through him. He looked at you, his eyes glowing red. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.” He grasped your waist, pulling you closer, aligning his erection to your pussy. “Are you ready for this?” He asked, his voice heavy with desire. “This is going to be rough, my dear. I can’t promise to hold back completely.” He paused, waiting for your answer, knowing full well that despite your willingness, you deserved to make an informed decision. You cupped his cheek again and smiled as you nodded. You spoke in a voice full of need and desperation, “Please...put it in...” You didn’t have to tell him twice.

His hips bucked forward, pushing his length inside you with one swift motion, causing him to groan in pleasure. The sound of your moan was muffled against his neck as he buried himself to the hilt, his member stretching you wide. His tentacles wrapped around you tightly, supporting your weight as he started moving rhythmically, thrusting in and out of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning at each thrust. Each powerful thrust send waves of pleasure coursing through the both of you, growing your arousals. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he lost control of himself. “Oh sweet Satan, you’re tight!” He growled, his voice hoarse with lust. “You feel amazing, so fucking good...” His pace quickened, becoming faster and harder, matching the intensity of your mutual desire. You couldn’t help but let out your moans, “Ohh fuck...so good..!” Seeing your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy and hearing your words spurred him on. His thrusts grew frantic, his hips slamming against yours relentlessly. “That’s it, take it,” he panted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Take everything I have.” The room echoed with the sounds of your passion, filled with gasps and moans. His tentacles brushed against your skin delicately, adding another layer of stimulation to the already intense experience.

As he kept thrusting, you saw him start to change. He let out a animalistic growl as his transformation accelerated, his body shifting under the influence of his primal urges. His antlers grew much larger, their points almost scraping the ceiling, while his muscles bulged with power. His eyes changed, the sclera turning black and his irises glowing red, drool dripping from his mouth that showed his sharp teeth. “Fuck, Y/N...” His voice was deep and guttural now, his full demon form now on display. “You’re mine, aren’t you? Mine to possess and devour?” Each thrust became more violent, his movements brutal yet tender, driven by an insatiable hunger only you could satiate. His tentacles pulsed erratically, eager to join in the frenzy, but bode their time to let Alastor be the star of the show. You moaned even louder, losing your mind over the pleasure. “Ahh..A..Alastor...! Y..Yes..! I’m yours..! I..I belong to you...!” Alastor’s eyes glowed crimson, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and agony. “Yes!” He roared, his voice echoing through the room. “You’re mine, Y/N! My sweet, sweet Y/N!” With a final thrust, he came inside you, his seed spilling out in hot waves, causing you to cum so hard, your mind was gone. His final few thrusts caused a second orgasm to rock your body. His body shook violently and once he left his high, he slowly transformed back to his normal form.

He grabbed you and collapsed on the bed with you in his arms, panting heavily. He pulled you close, gently grabbing your chin, and whispering, “You’re mine, forever and always.” His tentacles finally joined the fray, caressing your skin gently, soothing the ache left behind by your passion. You held him, your hands gently rubbing his back. Once you looked at him, you saw that he was grinning mischievously. You were wondering why until you felt the tentacles grab you, wrapping around you. “You know I couldn’t hold them back forever.” Each tentacle danced across your skin, exploring every inch of your body, sending shivers down your spine. They slid into you and into your ass, mimicking his previous thrusts, stretching you wide and filling you up, going deeper than he ever could. You felt one tentacle slip over to your lips and when you let out a moan, it slipped into your mouth, going deep down your throat. You couldn’t help but suck on the appendage invading your mouth and filling your stomach with its essence. Despite the fullness, you couldn’t help but moan at the sensations, your body still craving more. “You’re such a precious little thing, darling,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “So sweet, so perfect.” His tentacles continued their rhythmic dance, keeping you on the edge of pleasure. Despite his exhaustion, his eyes gleamed with desire, promising many more nights like this to come.

“You thought it was just one time, sweetheart? Come on now, you know better than that. Oh, this is just the beginning, my dear. We’re in for one wild night...”

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 4 days

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Daddy’s little fuckslut (Vox x Pet!reader)

CW: explicit smut, creampie, noncon/dubcon, overstimulation, degradation, bondage, hypnosis, mind control, fingering, I’m tired and it’s 1:29 AM because I decided to edit this fic (which is incredibly self indulgent) so if I missed anything let me know. Love you <333

I walked in front of him and sat on his desk, blocking his view of the screen. "You called me in here for a specific reason. What is it?"

"Oh, don't be like that, babe," he said, pouting. He reached out to try and pull me closer, but I moved out of reach. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Fine, fine. I wanted to discuss some business matters with you. But first...”

"But first what?" | asked, crossing my arms. I raised a brow and eyed him warily.

"Well, I was hoping we could have a little fun first. You know, to take the edge off," he said, gesturing to his crotch. His flatscreen face flickered and showed a mesmerizing spiral pattern. "Just a little something to help you relax.”

"Relax..." I repeated, the tension leaving my shoulders. I stared at the spiral, utterly entranced, my eyes glazing over.

"Good girl," Vox smiled, standing up from his chair and walking over to me. "Let's get you out of those clothes...and onto this desk," he said, his hands moving deftly on my shirt buttons.

I didn't react, I just let him do what he wanted. I was like a little doll right now, staring at the hypnotic red and black spirals on his screen. "So pretty..." I mumbled mindlessly.

"Yes, very pretty," he agreed, his lips brushing against my ear. "But you're prettier," he said, his hands sliding down my sides as he peeled off my clothes. He lifted me onto the desk and pushed my legs apart, his lips trailing down my neck.

"Mm..." I giggled lightly and managed to tear my gaze away from the spiral for a moment. I looked at him with a small little carefree smile. "I'm pretty?" I asked, slightly disoriented and dazed.

"Mmhmm," he hummed, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at me. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he said, his hand moving between my legs. "Do you like that? Do you like when I touch you here?"

"Yeah," I said with a sigh. "I like the spirals, too. They make my head go all..." I made an odd sort of gesture, to convey the fogginess in my mind. "... You know? Makes me feel nice." I hummed lightly and giggled again. I had forgotten how nice it felt to be all dumbed-down like this. I wished it'd last longer, but it was a side effect of the spirals and wearing off quickly. "I wanna.. mnn... I wanna be like this forever."

"You can be," he said, his fingers moving faster between my legs. "I can make you like this forever. Just let me hypnotize you again and again, and you'll always be in this happy, carefree state."

"Hypnotize?" | asked, with a stupid smile. I had no idea what was happening, but I nodded along anyway. "Mm.. I'd like that. Anything to make me feel this nice. Are you happy? You've been nice to me. I wanna make you happy, too."

"You already make me happy," Vox said with a smile, leaning in to kiss me. "But I would be even happier if you let me make you mine. Let me protect you, take care of you, and make you feel good all the time.”

"Mmhm... okay," I said, giving him a quick kiss. "I want that. Do the... the hypno-thingie so I feel good and... and make me yours. Yeah! Yeah. I like that."

"Good girl," Vox said with a grin, before leaning in to kiss me again. When he pulled away he had me focus on the spirals in his left eye. He whispered the hypnotic suggestions into my ear as he did, telling me to crave his touch, to want nothing more than to please him and make him happy.

"Hm," | giggled lightly, leaning closer. My mind felt clouded, it was hard to think. "Mm... I love you. Mwah!" I leaned in and gave him a kiss, interrupting his words. "Your voice is so nice. I love it. I like the spirals. You have a lot of screens here," I noted, for the first time. The room was indeed filled with an assortment of screens, along all the walls. "I want the spirals on all of them! So I can see them and listen to your voice at the same time. I like your voice. Have I mentioned that? It's really nice." | laughed again, getting a little rambly.

Vox chuckled at my comments, how zoned out and absentminded I was for him. "I'm glad you love it. And don't worry, I'll make sure to have the spiral on every screen from now on," he said as he leaned in to give me another kiss.

I pressed my lips against his eagerly, tugging him closer by the collar of his shirt-completely forgetting he'd already taken off all my clothes.

“Fuck.” Vox let out a low growl as I tugged at his shirt, wishing he’d been undressed too. He deepened the kiss and trailed his hands down my body, cupping my breasts and rolling his thumbs over the nipples. "You're so beautiful.”

"I love you," | mumbled against his lips. my breath hitched and I pressed myself against him more as l desperately tried to undo the buttons to his suit.

"I love you too," Vox whispered back, his hands continuing to explore my body. He chuckled slightly as he reached the buttons and effortlessly undid them himself, revealing the crisp white shirt underneath. His hands moved to the buckle of his belt, undoing it with a swift motion.

I squirmed, impatient, but my gaze caught on the spirals on screen. He'd put the wonderful red and black spirals everywhere, just like l'd asked. I grinned as I felt the familiar calming sensation overcome me. I was completely distracted now.

Vox smirked as he noticed where my gaze had landed, the spirals that were now covering every inch of the room. He knew how much seeing them constantly could benefit him, having that constant reminder and repetition to get it through my head that I was his… to keep me all happy and carefree. So had gone out of his way to fulfill my request and displayed them everywhere. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and full of desire.

"Mmhm," | mumbled, unable to look away. It was like my mind was being massaged into place, molded to his will. it felt so nice, so relaxing, I didn't even notice. My pussy was leaking precum onto his desk, where I sat, and I reached down to touch myself, rubbing my clit absently.

Vox hummed in approval as he noticed the wet spot on his desk. He knew I couldn't resist the hypnotic spiral pattern and it was always a turn-on for him to see me so unable to resist his control. "Look at you, already so eager for me,"

"So eager," I repeated mindlessly. I smiled slightly, completely dumbed out. "Mm. Use me however you want."

Vox chuckled darkly at my words, knowing that I was completely under his spell. He walked over to his desk, sitting in the chair in front of me as he admired my willingness to submit to him. "Oh, I plan to use you every way I want, my little sex slave,"

I smiled wider, warmth filling my core at his words. "Your little sex slave," I said softly, fondly, as I dripped more onto the desk.

Vox couldn't help but groan at the sound of my voice, so content and happy to be his. He reached out, running his fingers through my leaking pussy, spreading the juices over my lips. "That's right, my pet.”

I moaned lightly and closed my eyes, pressing myself up against him. Since I wasn't looking at the spirals anymore, I finally remembered what l'd been doing with him earlier. It was slowly coming back to me. "You were gonna fuck me," I murmured, not minding it in the slightest. "However you want, right?"

"That's right, my pet," Vox purred, his fingers still playing with my pussy. "However I want, whenever I want it." He leaned in closer to me, whispering in my ear. "And I want it now, so be a good girl and spread your legs properly."

"Mm.. love you," | mumbled, doing as I was told. The room was cold, considering | was completely naked on his desk, but I didn't really notice. I just wanted to please him. I hummed lightly, my voice shaky as he touched me.

Vox smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. "I love you too, my pet." He ran his hands over my thighs, making his way to my dripping wet pussy. He played with me for a moment, making sure I was nice and ready for him.

"Mmngh..." I groaned, my hips jerking slightly. "You're teasing me," I grumbled.

"That's right, pet," Vox chuckled. "Teasing is half the fun." He finally entered me with a slow thrust, making me gasp at the feeling of him filling me up. He started to move within me, slowly at first but gradually building up speed.

"Mmm." I moaned for him, trying to keep up as pleasure shot through me. "F-fuck... Harder...”

Vox's thrusting became deeper and faster, just as I’d asked. He reached up to grab my breasts, kneading them roughly as he continued to drive himself into me. "Like that?" He growled. "Like it when I fuck you hard and deep, my pet?"

My breath hitched and I came undone, cumming. "Mgh... yeah- yes, daddy! please... please keep going..."

"Did my good girl just cum?" Vox purred, smirking at my messy and satisfied expression. He leaned back down to kiss me roughly as he kept his thrusts going, pushing me towards another orgasm as his hands roamed over my body possessively.

"Y-yes.." I whimpered, trembling as he fucked me, then cumming again. "Daaadddyyy," I moaned, taking in every feeling.

Vox groaned as he felt my walls clench around him. He leaned down to nip at my neck, leaving a mark as he pushed himself into me one last time before reaching his release inside of me. "Good girl,"

"Good girl," I repeated with a sigh. I let my eyes fall shut and smiled lightly, happy to keep going if he wanted. His cum felt so nice inside me. "Your good girl."

"That's right." Vox purred, pulling out before collapsing next to me. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "My good girl." He repeated, already feeling his energy returning as he held you close.

I felt something... odd in me, and frowned. "Restrain me," I said, deadpan. I squeezing his wrist lightly. "Please. or I'll try to make a break for it."

Vox's eyebrow twitched at my sudden change in demeanor. He narrowed his eyes at me before sitting up and grabbing the cuffs from his deskside table. He held my hands above my head and cuffed them to the- well, I wasn’t sure what, but it was upwards and behind me- before sitting back down next to me.

"No! that's not enough," I sighed and easily undid the cuffs- my happy dumbed out demeanor was quickly fading. That's because the effects of the spirals and hypnosis were wearing off. "Use your magic cable things- the ones you can summon out of nowhere and control? Please. I don't wanna go."

Vox frowned deeply, but he summoned his magic cables and wrapped them around my ankles, binding you in place. "Is this what you want?" He asked softly, his voice dripping with disappointment.

"More. More." I paused and looked at him with wide eyes, pleading. I was afraid that when the effects wore off, l'd try to escape- I knew I wouldn't be happy about him making me into his sex slave when I was back to normal, either way. "Please daddy."

Vox sighed and summoned more cables, wrapping them around my wrists and securing them with the rest, tying around my torso, keeping me completely pinned. "Is this enough for you, pet?" He asked, trying to keep his voice gentle as he looked down at me.

"Hopefully," | said with a sigh. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again I looked upset. They weren't glazed over, I wasn't under his control, and I was angry at what he'd just done to me. "Fucking asshole…”

Vox's eyes narrowed, but he seemed almost amused by my comment. He reached down and gently cupped my cheek with his hand, his touch making the anger in my voice seem almost comically out of place. "Language, my pet," he chided, his tone low and warning.

"No! fuck you!" I quickly moved my head in an attempt to bite him. I missed. "You can't just hypnotize me and fuck me and expect me to be okay with it! let me go! Let me go!!"

"Mmm, I can do whatever I damn well please with you, pet" Vox replied, a hand on his hips as he loomed over me. He kept his touch light and gentle on my cheek, trying to soothe me even as his words and tone seemed to say otherwise.

"Stop calling me that!" Tears pricked my eyes as I thrashed around. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! I'm not some pet! I'm not yours! I'm my own damn person, let me go!"

"You are what I say you are," Vox said, and it was impossible to miss the possessiveness in his voice. He leaned in closer to me, letting his breath wash over my face as he looked me in the eye. "In my world-"

"This isn't your world! I don't give a damn about- about..." I caught sight of the pretty spirals on screen and relaxed, trailing off and losing my train of thought. I stared at the mesmerizing pattern, red and black and red... and black... and red... and... black "Mmmngh...”

Vox kept the hypnotic spirals on the screen just long enough to relax me before flicking them off again. He let out a breath, trying to calm himself, his eyes still locked on mine as he reached out to cup my cheek again.

"What..?" | looked up at him, my eyes glazed over again. "Mm... who are you? I want... I want the pretty colours back..."

"You don't need the colors, you have me," Vox told you, his thumb gently caressing my cheek as he spoke. He took in my expression again, his arousal growing at the sight of my eyes so unfocused and willing towards him. "Good girl,"

"Mm.. good girl," I repeated drowsily. I giggled lightly. "I think I like you... aww you're so nice... pretty.."

The praise made his lips curve into an affectionate, yet smug, smile as he listened to me giggle and repeat his words. "Do you want to be my good girl, hm?" He suggested, leaning in slightly closer, his lips dangerously near mine.

"Y-yeah!" | said, a small smile on my face. I pressed my lips to his without thinking. It was hard to think. My mind was all foggy, it felt so much better to be all dumbed down like this. "Mm..." I laughed again. "I like you."

He chuckled, his hand coming to rest on the back of my neck as he deepened the kiss. It was soft, warm and comforting. When he pulled away, he left me with a small peck on my lips before pulling back to look at me. "I like you too,"

"Hmhmmhm." I hummed absentmindedly, my focus slipping. I felt so tired. I watched the spirals move, so nice and relaxing. so soothing. getting rid of every thought I had before I could realize it was there. "Hypnotize me, daddy," I mumbled, not realizing what I was saying and completely unable to stop myself. "I want... you to own me.... own me forever.. hmhmmm..." I went back to humming, utterly out of it.

He smiled, reaching out to gently stroke my cheek. "Alright, my good girl," he murmured softly, his eyes filled with warmth. He took a deep breath and began the hypnotic induction once more. This time, it was much easier for me to fall into a trance like state.

"Good girl..." I repeated, with a small smile. "Wanna be a good girl... for you... mmm..."

"That's right, my good girl. You want to be a good girl for me," he said softly, his tone almost crooning. "You want to give yourself completely to me, without hesitation. You want to be mine, my little fucktoy."

"Yours, yours, yours," I mumbled dreamily, leaning into his touch. he still had me tied up with the cables, but I couldn't support myself anyway. "Good girl, yours... your little fucktoy... I wanna be yours, yours yours... I wanna be your little fucktoy..."

He nodded, satisfied with my response. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, lingering kiss. "Yes, my little fucktoy," he murmured against my lips. "You are mine. Only mine. You will do whatever I say, whenever I say it."

"Daddy.." | whined, wanting more. "Yours, I'm yours! I'll do whatever you say.... whenever you say it..."

"Good girl," he praised, smiling at my eagerness. He ran his fingers through my hair before trailing them down my body, teasing my skin. "You want more, hmm?" he asked, his voice low and full of lust. "You want me to take you now?"

"Yours, yours, yours..." I mumbled, not really processing the question. I couldn't really think at all. "Whatever you want, please..."

"Mmm, such a good little fucktoy," he purred, pleased by my mindless response. He untied the cables from my wrists and ankles, but before I could move he pushed me down onto the desk, pinning my arms above my head with one hand.

"Mmm.." I groaned, my pussy leaking precum already. I whimpered as I looked up at him, not understanding a single thing. The world was too hard for my dumb little brain to comprehend, I was just a mindless thing. His mindless good girl.

"That's right, you're mine," he said, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned down to press a kiss against my lips before trailing a hand down my body to my wet pussy. He teased my clit for a moment before pushing two fingers inside of me.

"Oh... mnngh... daddy..." I whined, my hips jerking forward instinctively. I couldn't do much else, anyway. I didn't have a single thought in my head, my eyes were glazed over, mouth hanging open dumbly.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, pleased by my response. He pumped his fingers in and out of me with an expert hand, his thumb rubbing circles over my clit. "I could do this all day, enjoying your tight little cunt."

"Yes daddy... please daddy..." | moaned, drool leaking out of my mouth. I could hardly move, shaking with pleasure as he used me. "All day... all day..."

"You're such a good girl," he purred, increasing his pace as he pleasured me. He could tell I was close to cumming and he wanted to push me over the edge. "You belong to me, and only me. Only daddy is allowed to make you cum."

"Good girl... yours.." the praise was enough to make me climax. I moaned and cummed on his hand. "Daddy..."

"That's right," he said, smug as he felt my cum on his fingers. He pulled his hand away and brought his glistening fingers to my lips. "Clean daddy's fingers," he said, pressing his fingers against my lips.

I opened my mouth and sucked on them obediently. "Dadddyyy..." I tried to say, too dumb to realize he wouldn't understand me with his fingers in my mouth.

"Good girl," he said, watching me suck his fingers clean. He could tell I was completely under his spell. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and grinned. "What was it you were trying to say? I couldn't hear you when you were sucking so good for me."

"Mmm... daddy..." I moaned, pressing myself against him. I was like a dog in heat, desperate for more as I tried to grind against him. "Daddy... daddy.... daddy please..."

"You want more?" he asked, his hand already roaming down my body to my pussy. He slipped two fingers inside of me and curled them just enough, hitting that spot that made me moan even louder. "Is this what you want? You want daddy to make you cum again?"

"Mmnngh... Mmn..." I just moaned, unable to come up with a proper response. My tongue hung out of my mouth and my eyes rolled back with pleasure as I moved, begging for more. "Daaadddyyy... please... mmmnn.. daddy... mnnng... mmmn..."

"You're such a good little slut for daddy," he said, grinning as he added a third finger to me, feeling me squeeze around him. "You need daddy to fuck you, huh? Use you? Make you his little fucktoy?"

"Mmmn..." I bit my lip and nodded, panting hard as drool spilled down my chin. Pleasure and warmth filled me up and-"Mmhgghh..." | moaned and orgasmed again.

"That's it, orgasm for daddy..." he said, almost cooing. He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked them clean, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. "See how good you taste? How good daddy makes you feel?"

"Daddy, daddy, daddy..." I mumbled, blissed out. I moved over and started humping him without thought. I couldn't think at all- I was literally his mindless fucktoy, his good girl. God, I was his good girl. "Daddy please.... mmmn."

"There we go..." he said, letting out a low groan as I started grinding on him. He reached down and spread my lips, exposing my clit and rubbing it hard, a dominant grin on his face. "You're daddy's little fucktoy now...”

"Daddy's little fucktoy," | repeated with a gasp. I moaned, warmth spreading through me. Heat rose to my cheeks, as I realized I should be embarrassed- about what, I didn't know. I didn't care enough to think about it. "Fucktoy... fucktoy... please, please, please..."

"What do you want, fucktoy?" he said, grabbing my hips and thrusting his own up, grinding his cock against my needy, dripping pussy. "Do you want daddy's cock inside you?"

"Mmmngh..." I groaned, uselessly. Pleasure washed over me and just like that, I was back to drooling, unable to formulate an actual sentence. "Daddy... daddy... mmghh."

"Mmm, you're such a good little fucktoy for daddy," he said, slapping my ass and making me whimper and mewl. He spread my cheeks apart, teasing my tight hole before pushing inside slowly. "Such a good little slut...”

"Good little fucktoy," I repeated in a weak mumble as I sighed and cummed again. it didn't even take much anymore. "good little slut.... daddy...l- Mmn... daddy's good slut..."

"That's right, fucktoy," he said, growling low in his throat as he started to thrust harder. "Daddy's good slut...cum for daddy again...cum all over daddy's cock.."

"Mmmnn..." I moaned and orgasmed again, and then again. I was completely blissed out, beginning to get overwhelmed by the stimulation. "Mmm... cum... cum for daddy...."

"Yeah, just like that," he said, growling and slamming into me, causing the desk to creak and groan. I could feel his hot cum spurting deep inside me, filling me up to the brim. "Daddy's gonna breed you, fuckslut..."

"Breed," I repeated, warmth filling me up. New word! New word! New word! my dumb little brain jumped on this one, full of excitement. "Breed, breed, breed! Daddy... daddy!" I moaned and cummed again, beginning to slump against him, getting drool on his shirt. "Mmmn... breed... fuckslut..."

"Yeah, you like that?" he asked, grinning as he continued to plow into me. "Daddy's gonna breed his little fuckslut...gonna fill her up with his seed. Gonna make her cum again and again until she can't take it anymore..."

"Breed... breed... breed," | moaned, leaning against him. I was getting exhausted.

"Daddy... daddy... mmnnn... you make me feel so nice... Mmngh... fuckslut... cum... daddy..." I mumbled incoherently, trying to think. It was too hard, so I gave up and tugged on his sleeve as he thrusted into me instead. "Daddy, daddy!"

"That's right, little fuckslut," Vox growled, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic. "Cum for me, fill my dick with that sweet, tight little cunt. You're mine, remember that. Mine to fuck, mine to use, mine to breed."

"Yours, yours, yours," I said, with a little enthusiasm. I smiled and moaned, cumming again. I closed my eyes and giggled. "Daddy's good girl... breed me, daddy! mmmmnn.... yours, yours.... mghj."

"Fuck, you're so tight," Vox groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he felt me clench around him. "You like that, little whore? You like it when daddy fills you up?"

"Daddy...." | moaned as he made me cum again. I whimpered this time- it was all getting to be too much. "Daddy.... daddy, please... please... please daddy."

"Please what?" Vox purred, leaning down to bite and suck at my neck. He could feel my body trembling and quivering beneath his, could hear the begging and desperation in my voice. And he fucking loved it. "What do you want, little fuckslut?

"Daddy.... mmmgh..." I orgasmed again, tears pricking my eyes. "Mmmn... mnngh"

"That's it, babygirl," Vox praised, feeling himself reach his own peak. "You're such a good little whore for daddy." he grunted, slamming into me one last time before burying himself deep and emptying his load inside of me.

"Daddy," | whined, my voice small and pathetic. I squeezed my eyes shut, the stimulation overwhelming. I cummed again and whined louder. "Mmmnn... please..."

"Look at you, cumming all over daddy's cock like the needy little slut you are." He huffed, picking up his pace again. "Do you think you can cum one more time for me, my pet?"

"Please... please daddy..." I cried as he used me, but didn't move- I didn't realize that was a thing I could do. I was mindlessly begging him to stop, too dumb to use my words or move away from him.

"Do you think you deserve to cum again, sweetheart?" He asked, chuckling as he leaned down and sucked on my nipples while continuing to fuck me mercilessly. "Do you even remember what your life was like before me, before all of this?" He sounded genuinely curious.

“Mmnn…”

"Oh, you want daddy to stop?" He asked, his voice dripping with amusement. "You're such a good little slut for daddy." He grunted, continuing to thrust into me harder and faster. "Beg me again, babygirl."

"Please daddy... Mmn... pl- mmgghh..." I moaned and orgasmed again, whimpering and whining all the while.

"That's a good girl. Begging for daddy like a good little slut." He said, as he continued to thrust into me at an increasingly rapid pace. With each movement, he could feel my body shaking with pleasure. "Do you want daddy to fill you up again?

"N-no, daddy please!" | groaned, slumping over completely unable to keep myself up. I was against his chest now, his dick still in me. He was the only thing keeping me from falling over, even as I cummed again, whining and begging him to stop. "Mmn... daddy, daddy... please daddy..."

"Beg me some more, babygirl. You love it when daddy takes control." He said, as his thrusts became faster and harder, causing me to moan louder. "Say it! Say you want daddy to fill you up again!"

"No! no, no, no, daddy! d-" I cut myself off with another moan, my eyes rolling back. I was losing track of how many times l'd cummed at this point.

"Yes! Good girl. Keep cumming for daddy. Beg me to stop... but you don't really want me to, do you?" He whispered in my ear, as he continued to fuck me mercilessly.

"mmmghh..." | groaned, fucked out. I let my eyes fall shut as I leaned against him, only making small movements with my hips now, unable to manage anything more.

"That's a good girl. Just let daddy take care of you." He said, as he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me close as he continued to thrust in and out of me. "Do you want me to cum inside you again?"

"Mmmnn... mmm..." I mumbled and moaned incoherently. The answer was no, but he wasn't going to stop either way. I leaned into his touch, seeking comfort from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Mmm, I know you like it when I fill you up. Don't worry, daddy will always take care of you." He whispered in my ear, as he continued to fuck me relentlessly. He could feel my body tensing up again, as another orgasm washed over me.

"Mmngh... daddy..." my mouth hung open and I was actively drooling on him again. I giggled lightly, looking up at him with a blissed out smile. I groaned and closed my eyes again, letting my drool soak his shirt.

Vox laughed lightly at my giggle, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead despite the slight mess I was making of his shirt. He loved seeing me so blissed out like this, completely at his mercy.

"Mmm..." I nuzzled against him weakly, overwhelming joy crashing into me as he kissed me. he was being so nice and gentle... I moaned, cumming again. I wasn't sure what was more wet- my pussy, the floor, or his shirt.

Vox groaned as I came yet again, his own pleasure continuing to rise as he felt my slickness coating both my thighs and his. He kept his movements slow and steady, giving me exactly what I needed to ride out every wave of pleasure crashing through me.

"mmngh." I groaned a little, pawed at his shirt weakly with a small little whine, then passed out completely.

He chuckled as he gently and slowly pulled out of me. "You think that will save you?" he asked softly, cleaning himself off with tissues, then doing the same with me. "Don't worry baby, daddy will have your punishment all nice and ready for when you wake up. You don't get to decide when I'm done with you by passing out like this."

"Daddy..." | mumbled and squirmed a little at his touch, instinctively, even in my sleep. My breath hitched, then evened out as I continued dreaming.

"Good girl." Vox purred softly, kissing my forehead before arranging me on his lap comfortably, wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me propped up. He took a moment to look at me- his little pet.

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